I’m writing something different today: the eulogy I want to to be read at my funeral. No, I’m not planning on going to “my great reward” anytime soon, but I am reflecting on what I want my legacy to be. It does not fully describe the life I am living now but it describes the life I desire to live. It is a description of “the me that I want to be.” This is what I would want a friend to read at my funeral:
I met Lisa at Sams Club. You know how she loved to shop and she loved to talk! Oh my Lord, she would never be quiet. I was a cashier and she liked to come to my aisle to checkout. We would chat as I scanned her items.
She loved to give gifts, so one day she brought me a beautifully wrapped bar of soap. It touched my heart that a customer who hardly knew me would bring me a present. That’s the kind of person that Lisa was. She loved to make people feel special by giving them a gifts. It gave her an excuse to shop!
And oh my, you know she loved to shop. It was her spiritual gift.
